Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Darkness Within The Light	By : crimson96 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8759 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Author Note: In this chapter we really are able to get a good look into what it is like to be a Malfoy. In particular how Draco feels since the Battle of Hogwarts, and also Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. So many thanks to my beta reader, Eris R. Lebeau.

Chapter 3: Malfoy Manor

Far away from the never ending lights and sounds of London, Malfoy Manor sat nestled into the quaint Wiltshire countryside. It loomed over the nearby settlements not only because of its physical size but also its aristocratic grandeur. The same moon that Harry Potter gazed up into from his bedroom shown through the window of one Draco Malfoy. Any attempt to sleep was torture for Draco, as well. The young Slytherin lay in his bed with the moon bathing him in its radiant glow. He stared at the moon, lost in his own thoughts.

Since the battle of Hogwarts, his life had become even more miserable. The defeat of Voldemort signified a shift in power that would ultimately destroy his family and their legacy, his future legacy. It was all in thanks to "Saint Potter". Draco loathed the very thought that Potter had saved him in the Room of Requirement. It tainted him, adding a layer of shame over all of the other emotions tied to that filthy Gryffindor. He would never admit such things to his parents for fear of punishment from his father. Lucius Malfoy was a man who despised weakness especially coming from his own flesh and blood. The penalty for having let Potter escape would be the Cruciatus Curse.

Truthfully, he was glad that his parents had betrayed the Dark Lord. Draco understood that if Voldemort had been victorious, his family would have suffered, anyway, because of their past failures. The Malfoy family would have been used as a warning to Voldemort's followers and the Wizarding World. The punishment would have been excruciating with no quick death in sight.

Draco thought about how different life would be for him and his family. He focused on his own ambitions, and on what he wanted to do with his life. He knew that he had always wanted to travel on his own path, but he had become accustomed to life under his father's influence. While he did not always agree with his father's rules and choices, he did enjoy the power and the wealth that came with being a Malfoy. They were no longer forced to obey a dark lord anymore. They had their freedom from Voldemort's tyranny. Could they live a life as a normal wizarding family? It was exciting and scary to know that for the first time in years his family could make a decision without fearing the wrath of Voldemort. How would the wizarding world respond to a Malfoy family that no longer had the power of Voldemort behind them? This single thought pained Draco the most knowing that he and his family would no longer be above all other wizarding families, even purebloods.

Frustrated at his own thoughts Draco threw back the covers and sat on the edge of his bed. His silk pajama pants shimmered, and the moonlight illuminated his pale skin. He reached for his nightshirt, not bothering to fasten the buttons, and he walked slowly to the window to look out upon the grounds below. It weighed upon him that Potter had saved his life. Yet, somewhere in a dark corner of a mental closet, he had some kind of mixed feelings about his House enemy. It pained Draco to even think this, but he almost wanted to thank Potter for what he had done. The only thing that Draco truly wanted was separation from the events that had brought him to where his life was at this moment.

As if on cue, he heard his mother's and father's shouts carry to his room. Sounds traveled easily through the vastness of the manor, and this sound was very familiar to Draco. Since they returned home, his parents had argued constantly. Their bickering had grown more ridiculous each day with both of them arguing over the smallest of things. Draco was growing weary of his parents and their daily fights. His anger flared away from Harry Potter and toward his parents.

The parlor was aglow with flickering images thrown across the green walls. The harshly blazing fire cast a shadowy ambiance across the many Malfoy portraits that hung on the walls. A single ember crackled above the grate and flew out onto the ornate hearth rug that covered the oak floor. The ember was quickly smothered as a dark boot crushed it into the fibers of the rug. Lucius Malfoy scoffed as he lifted his boot from the rug sneering at the small burn mark upon it.

"Damn it!" The elder Malfoy snarled.

"What are you swearing at now, Lucius?" Narcissa Malfoy said as she hurried over to inspect the burn on the rug.

"Nothing!" He stood and smoothed the front of his waistcoat. "You may continue your current tirade on...whatever triviality you were sniveling about."

"What are we going to do about us Lucius? What are we going to do about our son? Since we have come back he has kept himself locked up in his room. He barely does eat, and we hardly do see him at all."

Having finished smoothing out the final wrinkle of his waistcoat he looked up at his wife who now was sitting on the large sofa, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "The boy will be fine, Narcissa. He is a Malfoy."

"How can you stand there and tell me that our son is going to be fine, when he has hardly spoken to us in the few weeks that we have been back at home?"

Lucius stood calmly before his wife, yet on the inside of him the anger was beginning to boil. "Again, dear, Draco will be fine. He knows what is best for him. As soon as everything settles here we will have him go to Durmstrang like he should have to begin with."

"Durmstrang!" Narcissa leaped off the couch. "Have you gone mad, Lucius? I will not have my son going to a place like that. You know yourself, Lucius that they focus only on schooling their students in the Dark Arts. You put our son's life in danger the first time by associating with Voldemort, and I will not let you do that again!"

"Do not say his name, Narcissa," Lucius growled, his anger now beginning to reach its boiling point. "Our son will go to Durmstrang, and that is final."

"What if he refuses?" Narcissa demanded. "What then? He has come of age Lucius, you cannot control him now."

The elder Malfoy now stared directly at his wife with fire burning in his steely, blue eyes. "Our son...will do as I say. He knows better than to disobey me."

"And what about us, Lucius? Do you honestly think that the Wizarding world will view us as the same now that he is dead?" Narcissa asked as she paced the large living room.

"I am already taking care of that little detail, dear. I still have certain contacts within the Ministry that will be very useful. They still know what power the Malfoy name carries with it."

"Lucius, can you please stop trying to plan some sort of a scheme and let us live as a normal, pureblood family? I just want to raise our son in a normal, wizarding life!"

Lucius Malfoy curled his nose up at the very thought of having to be a normal family. "Is that really what you want Narcissa, to be normal? Do you not like your life right now? Do you really want to be a peasant?"

"You bloody fool, you are going to get us all killed with your ideas about power and continuing on with his ways. That's why I am trying to talk some sense into that stubborn brain of yours!" She screamed.

"Sense? How do you call any of this sense, Narcissa?" He exclaimed, as he threw his hands up into the air. "The Dark Lord is dead! Bellatrix is dead! It's all over for us, and we are probably next in line! That is the reason why I have spoken to my contacts within the Ministry. If we do not take control and keep our power, we will be vulnerable."

"Oh is that a fact? So tell me, just who is going to attack us? The Death Eaters, perhaps?" His wife scoffed. "They fled Hogwarts the moment Potter killed Voldemort."

"Don't you dare use the Dark Lord's name like that, woman!" Lucius snarled at his wife.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, he's dead! What is he going to do, come back from the dead and scare me?"

"You stupid woman, you would not be speaking like that if he were still alive!"

"Oh, that's just fine! You know what dear, you...are...right!" She emphasized this as she poked his chest with each word. Lucius was taken back a bit by this behavior from his wife, and by the bitterness that he could see in her eyes. "I would not be talking like this if he were alive because we were all so afraid of him, and what he would do to us if we stood up to him. You are still scared of him even after he's been defeated!"

"Hold your tongue!" Lucius backhanded his wife across her face. She collapsed to the floor in shock, but drew her wand and pointed it directly at him.

"That will be the last time you ever hit me again!"

"Really? Are you going to curse me now, dear? Do you have the darkness within you to place an Unforgivable curse upon your own husband, an unarmed man?" Lucius raised an eyebrow, spread his arms, and thrust out his chest as if inviting an attack.

Narcissa refused to lower her wand as Lucius took a step toward her.

"Just remember who it was that gave you all of this and brought you from that shamble of a home. Who gave you wealth, Narcissa? Who gave you gold, Cissy? Who gave you your name!" He let his arms fall back to his sides.

Lucius watched Narcissa wilt. Her shoulders slumped and her mouth trembled. Unable to keep her eyes locked on his, she let her head droop and stared at his boots. With the force of his will, he had crushed her spirit once again. However, in his mind he knew that he could not keep having these kinds of confrontations with his wife without revealing his secret.

Weeping, Narcissa lowered her wand, and raised herself back to her feet.

"Y-y- ... it was you, Lucius." She sobbed as Lucius closed the distance between them and embraced his wife in a cold hug. She continued to sob into his shoulder as the elder Slytherin stroked his wife's hair.

"That's right my dear, it was me." Lucius said calmly, yet with enough menace in his voice that Narcissa knew that she could never again cross her husband. Lucius stared ahead at the landing of the stairs and for a fleeting moment, he thought he saw the disappearance of a silver and green robe.

Moments later Draco entered his room and silently locked the door with a spell. He spotted a small glass-framed picture of his father sitting on the desk in his room. Most people in pictures smiled and waved like idiots, but the tiny face of Lucius's image remained frozen in a sneer. Every so often, he would shift his weight so that he leaned on his ornate silver cane, perhaps reminding his son that the walking stick could also be used for discipline. Draco's jaw throbbed with remembered pain. Seconds later the picture flew across the room and shattered into many tiny fragments that lay upon the floor. He stood above the shattered remains of the picture his anger swelling now within his chest.

"Incendio!" Draco shouted, and the picture quickly became a smoldering pile of ash.

Draco knew that he could not afford to wait any longer. If there were any further delays, his father might ruin his plans. Quickly, he grabbed a piece of parchment and held the quill above it. A small blotch of ink dripped onto the parchment as Draco's thoughts ran to the irony of what this one letter could mean. Draco tilted his head to look at the small pile of ash that once was the picture of his father. A smirk only fitting for a Malfoy slowly spread across his face as finally the words began to pour from his quill. It was time for him to be a true Slytherin.

.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Darkness Within The Light